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Sarah's Find - Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2023-02-19 18:14:10 +0000 UTCThe hands reach for you, forcing you to run along the hem of her skirt to her side. This is dangerous territory, an area no longer hidden from her eyes by the absurd swell of her bosom. But her gaze seems fixed ahead. Following it, you see she is approaching a large mirror on the wall. The fingers dig into the bottom hem of the skirt and raise it up, revealing her thighs. One had runs down the flesh, searching for a little dot that doesn't belong. You're not sure if she'd even be able to spot you from that far, but she will definitely try her best. And that means you need to keep moving.
Just as you make your way to her backside, the body rotates, her rear now facing the mirror. Time well spent, you think bitterly, but it's too late to try and turn back now. If only her hair wasn't done in a bun, you might be able to use it to hide. The hands reach around and yank up the skirt, revealing the ass clad in those white cotton panties again. This butt is smaller than that of her daughter, and especially when compared to the redhead's, but at this size it is still massive. A hand begins to brush the flesh of the rear, which jiggles slightly in response. Then, it tugs at the edges of the panties, as if wondering if you would drop out of them, before running down the back of the thigh. Crouching as low as you can against the black material of her pulled up skirt, you remain motionless.
“Argh!” She groans, frustrated. “Why did it have to be such a TINY thing! Ugh!”
The hands jerk the skirt down so violently that you are nearly thrown off. Then, the body rotates again and you see her upper half lean forward. Her hands reach up towards her chest and you hear fleshy sounds as she digs around in her cleavage for you. At one point, her whole body jostles as she bounds up and down slightly as if trying to shake you out.
She groans bitterly again and then begins to walk in a huff. The constant thrust of her legs swishing her skirt about threatens again to throw you off her body. You dig your fingers into the material and hold on. As aggressive as this woman is, you don't want to risk falling all the way to the hardwood floors.
“It better have fallen off.” She grumbled aloud. “I don't want to think that I've got some gross little pest crawling all over me today.”
The thought must have triggered something within her, as her hands suddenly began brushing off her body again, starting with her breasts, working down towards her belly, and her thighs before finally reaching around to her rear. A hand deftly swiped across the wide expanse, the air of its passage wrenching you from your grip and sending you into another free fall. At this point, you were getting pretty used to the sensation of falling and you kept an eye out for anything of use. Towards your left, you spot a large dust ball fluttering in the air. You manage to grab hold of it and, while it doesn't support your weight as much as a parachute, it does slow your falling considerably. By the time the floor is creeping up on, you see small piles of dust and dirt. You kick and swing your arms in an attempt to steer the dust ball and it works just enough for you to land on one of these piles.
The sight above you freezes you as you attempted to climb from the dirt.
It was a sight you hadn't really seen since Sarah had found you at the park. Even the heel of her foot looms over you like a skyscraper, while her long legs may as well just be the columns holding up the entire universe. Her panties, which you were just at mere moments ago, feel like they might as well be as far as the moon. To say nothing of anything past that point, those are...
As you crane your neck further up, your eyes suddenly meet hers as she looks down over her shoulder, her hand still on her butt. A chill races up your spine. All you can do now is hope she doesn't actually see you.
She turns. The ground comes alive beneath you as the fleshy smacks of her bare feet slap against the hardwood, creating a din like bombs. She bends forward, a glare on her face. Her brow furrows. You feel Death's hand closing around your neck.
“There you are!” She says, frowning.
Comments
KevinFred
We might try that avenue later. I was afraid that since we had that with Sarah and we just had a big in panty scene with Nat that it'd be treading the same ground too soon. Sorry you didn't like this one. I didn't mean to fake anyone out.
Steve Kidd
That was disappointing. Many of us voted for the butt options because we thought the POV guy would end up in her crack. You faked us out.
